"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i love it here

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

what do you mean

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

send your tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

lol yea

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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ion

i dont understand magnetisation

or never left

fw

yeah

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine